Chapter 5: Let's Dance
Sharon sat glumly on the edge of the bed, totally nude, elbows on knees, chin in her hands as she watched Lillian pack. It was still dark outside.
"This sucks," she declared for the umpteenth time.
Lillian heaved a lovingly exasperated sigh as she continued to arrange her clothing in the matched designer label suitcases. "Beloved, it's only for two weeks. You won't die. Cindy is here all the time, so, for that matter, is Regan. I've given Regan permission to come and go as she wishes, although I suspect she'll come more than she goes." She chuckled at the double-entendre, continuing, "You have my cell number and can call as often as you wish while I'm away."
Lillian snapped the cases closed and called, "Cindy! My bags by the front door, please!" She turned to Sharon, pulling her into a tender embrace, fondling Sharon's bare bottom, her finger lightly stroking the girl's delicious rear entrance. "Beloved, I have to go present my latest book and see which publisher most wants the rights to it. My literary agent informed me that no less than five of them are paying top dollar and they all keep bumping up the price. Unless I intercede directly, it might be years before an agreement is reached."
Sharon stared into Lillian's chest, refusing to meet her gaze. "But, Ms Lillian, you'll miss the homecoming dance. Everyone else'll have dates. I'll be the only one without one. I'll be a...what's that word?" She screwed up her face, trying to think of the word. "I'll be a pariah."
Lillian smiled at her young lover, hugging her tightly. "You won't be a social outcast. Besides, I didn't think you cared for your classmates all that much anyway."
Cindy quietly moved into the room to take a bag in each hand and trundled out to take them downstairs.
The lovers ignored her as they continued their conversation. "I don't," said Sharon, clinging to Lillian. "But, you're so beautiful and I was hoping to blow Megan's mind when you came with me. She still doesn't know what you look like. And some of those football players have started talking to me since that day in the parking lot, but, still..."
Lillian tipped the girl's chin up and brushed her lips in a gentle kiss. "You see? You have friends after all." She smiled her beautiful smile again, squeezed Sharon's rump and kissed her passionately, their tongues meeting and wrestling with each other. She checked her watch and gave the girl a delicate pat on the butt, sliding away. "Come on. The cab will be here in just a few minutes to take me to the airport. I never thought I'd be saying this, but get dressed so you can walk me out."
Sharon, mind numb, picked up a pair of blue jeans and tugged them on. She grabbed a, "CSI: Miami" t-shirt and threw the oversized fabric over her diminutive frame, then, barefoot, trod sullenly down the stairs.
"Cindy," said Lillian, "Sharon is the Mistress of the House while I am gone. Her word is my word. You have a list of numbers to contact me and I've left a packet of further instructions for you on the kitchen counter. You are to wait five minutes after I depart before you open it, then, the instructions are to be followed to the letter. They supersede anything Sharon may tell you should there be conflict."
Cindy, eyes downcast with hands folded as she stood patiently by the door, responded, "Yes, Mistress. I understand."
Turning to Sharon, Cindy asked, "Does my Mistress desire breakfast?"
Sharon blushed, glanced at Lillian then back to Cindy. "Yes, Miss Cindy, that will be fine. Have it ready in about thirty minutes?"
Cindy curtsied her acknowledgment, turned to Lillian and said, "Mistress, pleasant trip to you." She curtsied again and bustled off to prepare breakfast, skirt rustling over her nude bottom, the inviting curves of the bottoms of her cheeks wiggling.
Lillian pulled Sharon close, smoothing the girl's hair with one hand while looking steadily into her eyes. "As for you, young lady, I have made arrangements to keep you occupied while I'm gone. There is one stipulation, however. If you have homework, you need to do it immediately when you get home and show your work to Cindy so that you can do the things I've planned. Deal?"
Sharon hugged Lillian tightly. "But, Ms Lillian," she giggled, "I'm the Mistress of the House now. The Mistress doesn't do homework."
Lillian laughed merrily, unerringly finding one of Sharon's nipples and tweaking it gently. "Silly girl. Give me a kiss. The cab just pulled up."
Right on cue, a horn honked outside and Cindy appeared to carry the suitcases outside, hand them to the driver and scuttle back into the house. The driver stared in amazement at Cindy's bare ass as she ascended the steps to reenter the house.
Sharon clung to Lillian for a long moment, pressing her head into Lillian's bosom then raising her face for a deep, lingering kiss. The two lovers walked hand in hand to the car, Lillian getting in the back. A quick kiss and the cab drove away as the sky began to lighten. Sharon watched the car until it disappeared around a corner then turned and walked slowly back inside. Her heart was in that cab. Her new life. Her love.
She shuffled into the kitchen where the smells of cooking food and fresh coffee mingled pleasantly. Plopping down in her seat, her still-clothed butt sliding smoothly only served to darken her mood further. Cindy glided over to her on those stiletto heels to set down a cup of coffee, flavored the way Sharon liked it, two spoons of sugar with enough milk to lighten it to a dark tan.
"Mistress, breakfast will be served shortly. And, begging Mistress's pardon, you are not nude," Cindy said meekly, reddening slightly.
Wordlessly and morosely, Sharon stood, stripped, threw the clothing aside and plopped into the seat again. She seized the coffee cup and sipped it, lost in her own thoughts.
A few minutes later, Cindy set a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast with jelly before Sharon. She stood next to Sharon quietly for a moment then her heels clicked as she walked over to the counter to open the packet which Lillian had left. Inside, she found a myriad of colored envelopes which were neatly printed with the days of the week, written in Lillian's hand. She opened the first envelope and read each word carefully. She didn't want to risk her Mistress's ire.
Cindy reddened further as she read the first paragraph of the first envelope. After reading the entire letter, she placed it back in the envelope, that envelope going to the back of the bundle.
Sharon stared at her plate, picking at her food, taking small bites and chewing them woodenly.
Gentle pressure on the insides of her knees brought Sharon back to reality. She leaned back in her seat to look under the table. All she could see from this angle were large, bare breasts beneath which a black silk skirt could be seen. The pressure on her knees grew a little stronger and she parted her legs, scooting her butt to the edge of the chair.
"Miss Cindy, did Ms Lillian tell you to do this?"
